I feel as if I am becoming myself, which is a strange thought, for not to be ourselves seems quite impossible and totally possible at the same time.
I feel as if I am becoming myself, but it is the truth?
I feel, and I feel.
My identity, over and over.
Can't someone simply study my soul and explain it to myself?
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Armewriting : Poems.
PoetryThe simple writing of a young adults trying to live her life.